Proactively deranged and aggressively gay art damaged electropop-into-mutant-funk curiosity, sounding not remotely like anything else I've ever heard. Many would consider much of this a minimal synth record. If anything, this is a maximal synth record, with big weird in-your-face electronics and startling stereo imaging, tactics that tie it in practice (if not substance) with Britain's The Passage. A masterpiece and I defy anyone who hears Itchy Itchy Boy and Oops! It's An Accident to not have them ricocheting around in your head for weeks after.
Get it Here